On the southern island of Letras, Admiral Nevi Alerii’s negotiations with the locals have devolved into poorly masked chaos. In a show of solidarity, Admiral Alerii attempted to fold a local fleet of ships into the Heimsdale Armada, but Letrans don’t sail like anyone else in the world. Unable to meet the demands of overly superstitious sea clans known as navidars, the port of Wechard’s Fist abandoned their gambit to integrate local sailors into the coastal fortress. 

With the tides changing, many Letrans don’t feel content to stay in their distant seas and watch the waves of the world wash over them. With new gods warring across Ilderon, Empires spreading across Galken, power vacuums from the missing Crown, and an increasingly frantic Heimsdale Queen trying to respond to them all, an adventure from the seas of the South to the skies of the north awaits those willing to tackle it.

The venerable Barcobeza (Captain) Lonyl of Letras has long sensed the change in the seas. Realizing he’s too old to change with them, he has decided to retire to the island. Lonyl has sailed the world and collected many curses. In a common Letran ceremony he has called together anyone in port to come celebrate with him. The ceremony involves passing on his curses to the next generation. Above all, southern sailors believe the seas are fair. A balancing force guides the waves. Blessings come to those who suffer and tragedy follows those who profit. The old sailor has many a treasure and a curse, and no one is certain which ones he plans to give away and which he plans to take to the grave. Regardless, those who enjoy a drink and a story have made their way to the small coastal town of Rioloro.